When Ellie announced she was ready to leave, Michael went with her to the aftercare corner down in the Dungeon, the same couch where he’d inserted the plug, to remove it. He cast one longing look at the other occupants of the Dungeon, enjoying their scenes, before leading Ellie by the hand over to the couch and across his lap.

“You know, I could take care of this myself at home,” she said, sounding a little breathless and squirming against his legs as he flipped up her skirt.

“You could, but I prefer to do it,” he replied, caressing the globes of her ass. The red jewel on her plug sparkled even in the shadowed light of the aftercare corner. It didn’t escape his notice that her pussy was wet and swollen beneath the plug, indicating her arousal.

Which at least satisfied some of his sadistic urges, knowing she’d been plugged and aroused all evening.

Smiling, Michael took a firm hold of the plug base and twisted it, making Ellie gasp and shudder. Her back arched as he began to pull, very slowly, and she moaned as the plug pressed against her entrance from the inside, before her tiny hole began to stretch around the fat bulb. The little wrinkles in her rosebud smoothed out and he heard a little cry as her ring of muscle moved over the largest part of the plug.

His cock pressed against her side, although the corset kept her body from feeling as soft and cushiony as she normally did, as he watched the plug slip from her body. The tiny hole gaped slightly after he pulled it completely free, before her muscles flexed and it closed completely. He had to control himself as he wrapped the plug in a small cloth - he’d take it upstairs to clean it after she left - and set it to the side.

“Good girl,” he said, smoothing his hand over her backside again before pulling her skirt back into place and helping her to her feet.

Her cheeks were flushed pink, lips slightly parted, and eyes a little dazed, giving every indication of arousal. A satisfying sight.

Michael stood, looming over her slightly, and cupped her chin in his hand so he could bring her gaze to his. “You can play with yourself before next Friday, but no orgasms.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Kind of defeats the point of playing with myself.”

“Careful, sassy,” he warned, releasing her face so he could take her hand again. “You’re lucky I don’t require you play with yourself but not orgasm. Come on, I’ll walk you out.”